Your friends tell you their plans

The next morning starts with your alarm clock kicking you out of your dreams. You were so long in hospital and so much happened yesterday, that you totally forgot it’s Thursday. You have to go back to school today. Tired you stretch your back and get up. At first you are confused because you are not in your room. but then you remember the events of yesterday and that this is your house now. Still, it needs some redecoration and modern furniture.

A little tired you enter the dining room and find all your friends that stayed last night. They seem to be busy discussing something. Everyone has a cup of coffee and you can see through the kitchen door that Alima prepares buns.

“Max, good morning,” Jenny greets you surprised, “you are up early. But that’s great. I hoped we could talk with you. You know, we had a lot of time to think while you were in hospital. And since the house is not in the best condition, we had some ideas for renovation.”

“That’s nice, but I don’t think we have time for this right now,” you mumble while Alima gives you a cup of coffee and serves breakfast, “school starts in … 90 minutes. And we have a long bus ride.”

“No, to be honest, we have not,” Allie answers quickly, “the mansion is closer to the school and the bus has less stops. You can sleep half an hour longer than back home. I guess we forgot to tell you yesterday.”

“Well, in this case I guess we have some time,” you agree, “what kind of renovations did you thought about?”

“Ok, let me give you short overview about what we planned,” Jenny says and spreads some drawings over the table, “the mansion has ten bedrooms, eight can be used right now, five bathroom, two can be used at the moment, a large kitchen, a large dining room, a room with washing machines, two living rooms or salons, whatever you prefer, two office rooms and even spare rooms who are either empty or storages. The Urban farms are a mess, but Gina has some ideas. And there is a huge. We can use this for gardening and technic workplace. If we all work together like we always do I’m sure we will have every room usable in less than a month. But the real work is what follows. Look at our plans. We want to send this old hovel into the future.”

“Let me see,” you mumble and look at the drawings, which are far from professional but at least understandable, “you want to turn the cracked part of the roof into a glasshouse to expand the urban farm. And the rest of the roof gets solar panels. Same for the separate building. And you want to turn it into a tech laboratory for me. How nice, especially since the whole building is already mine. Heat isolation, heat pump, fast internet and rainwater treatment. So, you want to turn the whole building into a model project? Completely independent from outside energy?”

“That is the plan,” Jenny agrees exited, “with tech lab and urban farm. We will save more carbon than the whole street produces and inspire other activist groups around the whole world.”

“Jenny, no hard feelings, but this is ridicules,” you reply honest, “for the construction workers alone we would have to wait months. And even the first step would cost us several hundred-thousand Dollar. My whole savings are less than 3000. And I hardly believe the rest of you owns much more.”

“Before I became a professional fighter, I worked at a construction site,” Lilly explains, “my main job was to let the male workers watch my ass for motivation, but I also learned something about isolation and building walls. It has been a while, to be honest, but I think I still know my stuff. Giving self-defense classes and personal training is still a better job. You are a technician, you know all about electricity, pipes and pumps.”

“That’s not entirely wrong,” you admit, “it is not my mayor study focus, but I know some things and I know where to look for more information. I will not make any promises, but I could take a look about everything.”

“I’m rather an actor, but I can mix colors and paint all walls you are done with,” Allie adds, “and Gina has already started to reorganize the Urban farm.”

“The rest of us will help too of course,” David tells you, “Connor knows where to get material and Alima will take care of us. I'll make sure the authorities can't pull a string on us about the construction work. And I bet we will find a lot of helpers among our allies and the homeless people.”

“Ok, I get it,” you mumble thoughtfully, “it’s still very ambitious, but I wouldn’t call it impossible anymore.”

“Well, the house is yours,” David continues, “without your agreement we will not do anything.”

“I see,” you mumble, “well, since I can’t just let the mansion in this state I guess we can give it a try as well. Let’s see where it leads.”

The joy among your friend is amazing. Gina, Alima and David cheer. Jenny immediately hugs you, Allie and Connor politely applaud and only Lilly crossed her arms.

“Oh, come on,” Lilly complains disappointed, “you give in much too easy, boy. This project is like Jennies baby. She got exited the whole two weeks only thinking about it. She told me she would not hesitate to show you her tits to convince you.”

“Oh, shut up you perv,” Jenny replies but smiles, “despite, it wouldn’t be the first time. I used my beautiful body for demonstrations in the past. You too if I remember correctly. We were both butt naked in this cage in front of this fucking lab. If it is for the good of earth and mankind, showing a little breast flesh is a small price for success.”

“I know about that protest,” Allie says smiling, “it was about experiments on animals. The media loved you and your tits. And all my male classmates too. Hey brother, don’t you like the article too? I remember you used the main picture for your desktop background.”

“I kill you later, sis,” you reply but can’t help but blush, “well, it’s decided then. We will all go to school now and when we come back, we will make these rotten ruins a real home.”